When I obtained this home, I couldn’t wait to redecorate it. I obtained furniture that looked comfy, was perfect for my personal tastes, plus had the right price tag on it. I had to admit that my choice of items was either eclectic or atrocious, as my sibling Pat noted, but I had to live with it all, plus live with it. I did. It didn’t take long for myself and others to realize just how awful my furniture was. I dreaded coming back to the house because I had to look at that absurdly ugly furniture. The only room I was calm in was my kitchen. It’s difficult to feel so anxious plus antsy when you have a pretty kitchen picnic table plus chairs, with nothing else but kitchen appliances. I would bake cookies or method a gourmet meal, just to stay in the kitchen longer. When I realized I was gaining weight from my follies, I called my mom. I now understood what Pat meant when he said my house was atrocious, plus I wanted some interior design help. My Mom asked if I had a return window, plus I told his ninety days. Mom called the furniture store plus had the furniture returned, all but a few solid wooden items. I swore I didn’t need interior design help, but mom told myself and others I was totally wrong. Mom called his friend, who was an interior designer, plus asked for his help. Mom’s pal kicked myself and others out plus told myself and Pat to leave the interior design to her. I offered his my budget plus headed to my mom’s house. Two weeks later, the interior designer called my mom plus told his to bring myself and Pat over. My house looked fabulous.